World Breaker Novels & Stories

Her word becomes a law, a faint vibration resounds in the earth, passing through the continent. Screams of the cursed ones resound loud from the ships as they begin to burn above the sea. The largest ship disappears as a shield of darkness surrounds it. The natives witches lets out a cheer of victory. “You are safe for now,” Brea announces when the cheers die down. “But they will be back again, I have seen it.” “There will be witchlords and Guardians to battle them when they come again, and they will lead you.” Motes of light forms from the three World stones as they break and disappear into different directions over the horizon.

Dakota I was confused about whether to break the magic box or not to break it. If I broke it, Erika would kill Axton, and if I didn't, she'd kill us all and continue with her evil. Erika's sinister grin plastered across her face, holding Axton captive with a sword pressed against his side. My thoughts froze and I became disoriented with a loud, critical inner voice yelling at me to break it. My breaths became short and fast due to the tightness in my chest.

A bright smile curled around her lips as before she waved me goodbye, Christen Walker was once my mate. After I had the accident, she decided to break the mate bond because I could no longer fulfil her needs. After losing my mother, that was the second most hurtful thing I’ve ever been through. The pain, the hurt once those words are said and the ritual is performed. It feels like someone rips your heart out and squeezes all the blood from it, rips it into two and then puts it back and leaves you there to mend it on your own.

I said again as he stood up. "Whatever Pussy" He walked out slamming the door angrily. Jim was right, I was a pussy and truth was that am still not ready to talk things with Anna. I know my emotions would get the best of me and we'll be laying in same bed if she as little as kiss me.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean..." "Why? You're asking me why?" Zeenah cut her off harshly too, as she cuddled the baby more to her bosom. "It's because I'm tainted; a piece of used baggage that has no value left. It's because I'm broken beyond repair and I don't think I deserve to be happy, ever..." "Enough! Please!" Samira winced at the pain in her stomach, but she quickly masked it off. "Why do you keep wishing for the worst thing ever?"

It sets you free. She prayed she and Beau and her siblings and friends stayed happy and loving in their relationships. They had been through a lot together. They broke each other yes, but they fixed those cracks with gold and it was beautiful. There was wonder in destructionand they had each other to get through the rubble of brokenness. *BREAKING YOU* *ThE end*

This was precisely where the rift had been, he was sure of it. But there was only grassy earth where the hollow crack in the land had once been. He sat heavily upon it, balling his hands into fists. “The rifts are all gone,” said a strange voice, one Atticus couldn’t quite place. He looked up, scrubbing his sallow face and blinking blearily. Looking at the stranger was like looking straight into the sun. “They’re gone,” he said again, and Atticus decided the stranger was, indeed, a he. “Red Ripper is gone; so too are the nasty side-effects of their dangerous magic. The rifts were cracks in the very fabric of the world. No Red Ripper, no rifts.” He shrugged.

the voice continued. The world trembled, a brilliant light bursting forth as the Destroyer fell. The light coalesced into a towering, crystallized white barrier, its surface etched with intricate patterns that seemed to shift and writhe like living serpents. The barrier pulsed with an ethereal energy, its presence both captivating and terrifying. As the world slowly healed from the wounds of war, the Divine Being vanished, leaving behind a prophecy: "The Destroyer will return, and the world must be prepared to face its darkness once more."

we responded. "My grandmother drank, and so did my mother. Growing up with them wasn't easy at all... I lived in a car or in homeless shelters for years, constantly changing cities and schools, that is when my mother wasn't in jail for drug trafficking, theft, or dancing naked in the street. Now that I'm sober, I realize I used the way they treated me as an excuse for how I started treating others... If anyone here knew me two years ago, please forgive me. I know I was a bitch," Sky declared, smiling weakly, somewhat embarrassed. I smiled too; I liked the girl's honesty. "The thing is, I hear stories here all the time, and it has helped me see that my life was difficult, but I'm not alone. I

The road was spinning; Denise staggered along throwing her hands in the air like a lunatic. Her heart was shattered. Her little dream was a mere fantasy. The reality of Clark’s true colours made a sharp pain cut through her stomach. Denise was on the road and there were moving vehicles but she did not care. If only the world would swallow her sorrow and make her disappear without a trace, Denise would pay any price.